It was the same for Deandra and Ceres, I thought.
Although both of them were classmates of mine, Xavier was from an entirely different class.
I hadn't even known about a Xavier Locke until the dungeon incident. Even then, during that time, the few words we exchanged and the brief interactions we had were entirely due to the circumstances of that battle.
Back then, my dealings with Xavier were strictly about how to take down the Sand Dragon. Before that, I had no idea who he even was.
After waking up in the hospital, I hadn't heard much from him either.
Yet here Xavier was now—smiling.
And here I was as well.
Recalling all this somehow made the situation feel both awkward and… curious. I couldn't help but wonder what Xavier wanted.
I'd even forgotten we were both First Years, honestly.
